I've been anticipating this moment since I woke up. Seven o'clock was taunting me as each minute after six rolled by ever so slowly. I prepped myself for what I was about to do. I kept telling myself to calm down, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. That's when I heard it. His sleek 1967 Pontiac GTO pulled into the garage and I almost had a fucking heart attack. Get it together bitch or you're gonna blow it. I cursed myself silently. The door knob turned and his heavy footsteps echoed down the large hallway. Honey, I'm home!!! Well.....here goes nothing
